Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 257

[Chapter 256: Dan Jin War (Subscription Request)]

“Friend Zhan, please take care…”

Fang Xi watched Zhan Tu leave.

Although he seemed reluctant to give up the ‘Golden Light Talisman’, he finally did not give it up.

“Yes, you are very cautious. Only in this way can you go far in the world of immortal cultivation…”

He gave the exhibition pictures a score indifferently.

As for this person’s background, I did get a little understanding: “A blessing in disguise, a blessing in disguise; a disaster in disguise, a disaster in disguise…”

…

Tai Shuhong’s success in building his own foundation was naturally a breaking news for many cultivators on Longyu Island.

The cultivators from the three upper families were all smiling happily, while the people from the Zhong family remained silent, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Seeing that the dispute over the successor to Dragon Fish Island was about to surface, Fang Xi, who wanted to watch the fun, came out to add fuel to the fire and announced that the “Black Wind Evil Spirit” produced in more than ten years would hold a “Treasure Hunting Conference” to determine the ownership, and any Qi-refining cultivator who had lived on Dragon Fish Island for ten years could participate.

As a result, almost the entire Wandao Lake was in an uproar, and a large number of Qi-refining masters gathered on Longyu Island, all ready to try their best to win the first place in the treasure-hunting conference and obtain the foundation-building spiritual objects!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Xi raised the rental price of the Dragon Fish Island Cave Residence by several times in one breath. It seemed that he had earned two or three foundation-building spiritual objects…

In this way, there is really no loss at all.

…

Five years passed in a flash.

During this period, several major battles broke out between the Qingmu Sect and the Xuantian Sect, and the monks on both sides suffered heavy casualties.

He even stopped pretending to be good at showing off his skills. In a transaction, he privately took out a copy of his experience in forming a pill and exchanged it with Fang Xi for a ‘Golden Light Talisman’!
This shows that this person must have encountered life-and-death crises several times, otherwise he would never be like this.

According to the other party, the Jindan ancestor of Qingmu Sect, ‘Old Ghost Qing’, secretly left the cultivator camp outside Bai Ze Fairy City for a period of time and sneaked into the Kingdom of Yue, specifically targeting high-level cultivators of Xuantian Sect.

This made all the monks of Xuantian Sect feel insecure.

After Master Zhang knew about this, he would go out into the battle every day to fight with Old Ghost Qing. Although he was at a disadvantage every time, he could at least hold Old Ghost Qing back.

But… as time passed, the third-level city defense formation of Bai Ze Fairy City gradually became dilapidated.

The worst strategy for attacking a formation is to use long-term sieges to consume the energy and spiritual power of the earth veins, reduce the power of the formation, and then look for an opportunity to break it!
The two sides have been fighting for nearly ten years, and the third-level spiritual veins in Bai Ze Xiancheng are a little insufficient, and recently they can only fill the gap with a large number of spiritual stones.

However, the damaged earth energy can never be restored no matter what.

As the third-order formation was gradually broken, the battle of Qingmu Sect’s invasion of Yue State finally came to an end…

…

Bai Ze Fairy City!

“attack!”

Accompanied by loud roars, dozens of monks outside the city chanted spells together and gathered their magic power together.

In the void, a large amount of wood-attributed spiritual power gathered and turned into thick logs dozens of feet long, smashing heavily on the wall of Bai Ze Fairy City.

After another round of collision, the layer of light curtain that originally covered Bai Ze Fairy City began to crumble.

“The final round, the endless falling tree formation begins!”

An old man in a green robe flew out from the cultivators’ camp. He had an ordinary look on his face, but an extremely terrifying fluctuation of magical power emanated from his body. He was none other than Qingmu Sect’s Jindan ancestor – Qing Laogui!

Thick logs kept hitting the third-level formation of Bai Ze Fairy City.

Finally, the light shield protecting the entire city let out a mournful cry and finally shattered into pieces.

After years of constant erosion and siege…

The third-order formation… was broken!
The old ghost Qing turned into a stream of light and stood on the top of Bai Ze Immortal City. His voice spread throughout the city: “Zhang Zhusheng… come out!”

Swish!

With a flash of lightning, Zhang Zhusheng, dressed in a purple spiritual robe, appeared in the air, facing the old ghost Qing from a distance.

“In today’s game, I, Aoki Mune, won after all…”

The old ghost Qing stroked his beard complacently and said, “Why do you have to resist stubbornly?”

“We have to fight for our sect!”

Zhang Zhusheng’s eyes turned purple, with lightning flashing in them: “Old Ghost Qing… Do you think that you can easily defeat me just because you have reached the middle stage of Jindan?”

“The previous few battles were only because you had a third-order formation as your backing, and you fled back to the formation when things got bad. I want to see what else you can rely on now.”

The old ghost Qing laughed and an ordinary short wooden stick appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhusheng’s expression immediately became extremely serious.

That seemingly ordinary wooden stick was actually Qing Laogui’s life-saving magic weapon. It had been cultivated by him with his golden elixir essence for many years and was extremely powerful. It had caused him great suffering several times before.

“drink!”

Patriarch Zhang roared, clasped his hands together, and a layer of armor flashing with purple lightning appeared on his body.

In the surrounding void, there was faint purple lightning, which continuously ejected sparks.

“Purple Thunder Armor? It’s a pity that although this magic weapon is ranked at the top level, it has been cultivated for too short a time… Although the magic weapons of my generation of cultivators are divided into different grades, their power ultimately depends on the length of time they are cultivated…”

The old ghost Qing laughed and threw out a short wooden stick.

The wooden stick burst out with astonishing spiritual energy in mid-air, and green runes appeared on it one after another, flashing continuously.

Then… one becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen…

In the blink of an eye, the nearby void was filled with green shadows of short sticks.

“Here!”

The old ghost pointed at Zhang Zhusheng, and countless green shadows with terrifying force kept smashing towards ancestor Zhang.

Boom!

Zhang Zhusheng clasped his hands together and thick purple lightning burst out from his thunder armor, sweeping away the short stick shadows. However, there were too many of them, forcing the purple lightning to retreat continuously.

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“Little ghost Zhang, didn’t your old ghost Jiang teach you that magic weapons are the power of Jindan cultivators, so it’s best to choose an offensive one?”

When Qing Laogui saw this scene, a smile appeared on his face: “Even if the defense is extremely strong, what’s the point of turning yourself into a turtle?”

Chirp!
At this moment, a ball of red and yellow flame suddenly burst out from the green shadow of the wooden stick.

A dazzling ring spun around, and a large amount of Nanming Vermillion Bird fire emerged from it, faintly forming the image of an extremely majestic bird with its wings burning. With just a flap of its wings, it landed among countless short sticks.

The green shadows in the sky disappeared, revealing the true form of the short stick magic weapon.

The phantom of the Vermillion Bird showed no fear and pounced forward directly.

Fire overcomes wood!
“Suzaku Ring? You actually refined this treasure…”

The old ghost’s face turned green, as if he was recalling some unpleasant past events.

“Thanks to Patriarch Jiang for his kindness in gifting me a magic weapon. I naturally know that magic weapons are generally offensive… But now that I have the Vermillion Bird Ring, I naturally have to sacrifice a defensive magic weapon!”

Zhang Zhusheng’s magic power surged and was injected into the Suzaku Ring.

Although this ring was the natal magic weapon of other cultivators and had been used to refine talismans, which had reduced a lot of its power, it was still extremely sharp in his hands.

Even in the previous fights, when the situation was extremely dangerous, Patriarch Zhang did not release this ring, just to catch the enemy by surprise!
“Nanming Suzaku, burn the sky, go!”

Zhang Zhusheng pointed at the old ghost Qing, and the magic weapon Suzaku Ring turned. The huge fire bird Suzaku’s magical power exploded, and it actually wrapped the old ghost Qing inside, as if it wanted to kill him with its true fire!

“Humph, do you think you are Jiang Laogui?”

A green light flashed on the old ghost’s face. He opened his mouth and spit out a blue round bead-shaped magic weapon that appeared in the flashing blue light.

A Jindan cultivator can only sacrifice one or two natal magic weapons at most, but he can also use other third-level magic weapons, but their power will be reduced.

“I found this ‘Ice Sea Pearl’ specifically to deal with Jiang Laogui. Now Jiang Laogui is dead. It’s your bad luck!”

The blue round bead spun around, and streams of azure water appeared out of thin air, carrying an icy chill that actually managed to keep out the Southern Ming Suzaku Fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qing Laogui’s magic power in the middle stage of the Jindan stage poured frantically into the short wooden stick, and he hit Zhang Laozu with it.

A hint of mystery flashed across Zhang Zhusheng’s face, but he did not dodge or evade. With his hands covered with lightning armor, he grabbed the short wooden stick magic weapon and roared, “Why don’t you do it?!”

“Um?!”

The old ghost Qing was about to die, and felt something was wrong when suddenly he heard a dragon roar in his ears!

raging!

Fire dragons rose into the sky with astonishing force, carrying terrifying spiritual power of Jindan level, and slammed heavily onto the water curtain of the ‘Ice Sea Pearl’.

Roar!

With the dragon’s roar, the water curtain shattered, and the Fire Dragon and the Vermillion Bird pounced on the old ghost Qing, one in front and one behind.

Boom!

A huge, blinding fireball exploded from midair. Even though its astonishing power had been weakened by layers, it easily swept across the Bai Ze Immortal City below, shaving off a layer of most of the buildings!
“You boy, is that you!?”

In a flash of green light, the figure of the old ghost Qing appeared on the top of a giant tree on the ground, but his hair and beard were charred, and his clothes were burnt to tatters, looking like he was seriously injured.

The person he was staring at with his doubtful eyes was actually an extremely young monk in a purple robe, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. Nine fire dragons were circling and dancing around him, emitting scorching fire spiritual power.

This person’s name is ‘You Kun’, and he is the current Grand Elder of Yiling Valley!
I don’t know why Yiling Valley, which has always been neutral, would get involved in this matter.

“Haha… Of course, Yiling Valley has already secretly formed an alliance with my Xuantian Sect. Today, the two of us will join forces to kill you here.”

In order to hold back Qing Laogui, Zhang Zhusheng took a blow from his life-saving magic weapon. Half of his lightning armor was broken and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, but he looked extremely happy.

It was as if all the humiliation over the years had finally been avenged!
Hearing this, Qing Laogui’s expression was very strange: “Yiling Valley…you are not…not good!”

As soon as the words fell, a sword light appeared in the void. It moved erratically, without a shadow or form. With just one slash, it burst out with astonishing power and chopped off the head of Zhang Zhusheng, the ancestor of Zhang!
(End of this chapter)